Ena Nin

The Eighth Day - Poem by Ena Nin

the heaven comes and ocean falls
rinses the mighty hills
the trees of dreams, some tumbling down
helplessly they now bow
nature forgets its vow

the mountain song now drowns in storm
waits for the dawn to come
maple trees untie their branches
shielding the nearby pond
tomorrow, there's the sun.

Comments about The Eighth Day by Ena Nin

  • (5/7/2010 3:35:00 AM)

    GREAT rinses the mighty hills. i love this. thanks.md (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

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